The motorcycle's engine roared. The tires were a bit flat, but at least it could still move.
Shen Feng twisted the throttle to the max, tearing through the ruined streets.
The ground all around him kept bursting open as wildly thrashing tentacles shot out, lashing at Shen Feng again and again.
Shen Feng swerved left and right, dodging the strikes. Deep gullies were gouged into the concrete wherever the tentacles landed.
'If one of those hits me, it'll tear me in half!'
Shen Feng was now even more certain this "Destructive Shen Feng" meant him no good.
'I have to get out of here as fast as possible and get my trump card!'
Fortunately, his opponent had only just awakened and seemed unable to control the Transfer Tower and its tentacles with precision. The tentacles were also so immense that Shen Feng's smaller size allowed him to slip through the gaps.
